Abundance. What is it and how can we get it?
Abundance is defined as a very plentiful or more than sufficient quantity; overflowing fullness; affluence or wealth. I like the thought that is is a plentiful or overflowing fullness. We all have an abundance of something. I like to think I have enough of everything.
There was a time when I focused only on what I didn’t have; I was very unhappy. I would look at other people and wish I had what they had, whether it was a new car, a big house, more than enough money, or just plain being happy. Over the years, I came to the realization that I was just making myself miserable by comparing my life to anyone else’s. I used to be resentful when someone else got their dream job, their perfect mate, a beautiful home.
Eventually I realized I was making myself ill with resentment, literally. I suffered severe depression as a young adult.
Over a period of time, I changed my attitude. It didn’t happen overnight; I didn’t wake up one morning with a new way of thinking. And there are still times when I catch myself feeling a little bit jealous. But I have discovered I am genuinely happy when good things happen to my friends. And even though times are hard, I have enough money to pay for what I need. I am content with my life.
I have been called a ‘pollyanna’ by some who don’t understand that a positive attitude can make all the difference to how your day goes. Bad things still happen: I have car problems; things go wrong at work or at home; but I don’t wallow in what I call the ‘why me?’ frame of mind as I once used to do. My car breaks down? At least I have a car. Someone at work does something stupid? At least I have a job. Something breaks down at home? At least I have a place to live.
I have dear friends in my life, a partner to share my life with, and two furry children who make me laugh.
I feel so blessed to have such abundance in my life.
I love dogs; they are like 4-legged furry children. We currently share our home with two. Peanut is a 9-year-old red merle Queensland Heeler. We rescued her when she was 9 months old; her previous owners gave her up but we don’t know why. Spud is a 4-year-old black and tan phantom Miniature Poodle. We rescued him when he was 11 months old; his owners moved and left him with a neighbor who turned him in to the Humane Society within 2 days. Both of them came with ‘baggage’ that we have learned to live with. Peanut comes when we call her but with head down and almost crawling on her belly as if we’re going to hit her; Spud is insecure and marked everything when he first came home (he’s much better now but still occasionally freaks out and marks something).
Peanut took to Spud right away, even though he bugs the heck out of her. And there are times when she aggravates him. They fight over toys; each one always wants the toy the other one has. And Peanut tattles on Spud when he’s outside barking; she comes barreling in the doggie door yipping to let us know Spud is being ‘bad’. But she also is very protective of him and will get between him and danger every time. She doesn’t like when I bathe or brush Spud because she thinks I’m doing something bad to him.
They keep us entertained when they are playing together; they love to snuggle with each other and with us on the couch or in the bed.
Peanut is a herding dog, and when we had cats she would try to herd them. Now anyone who has been owned by cats knows you can’t make a cat do anything it doesn’t want to do! But she tried. She also loves to chase toys; we throw and she catches. The only problem is she doesn’t want to quit.
Spud is an athlete and loves jumping up and down as if he’s on a pogo stick. He can take a flying leap from the bedroom door and land in the middle of the bed; a distance of at least 10 feet. He also loves running circles; from the backyard, into the house, onto the back of the couch, back outside. Peanut just sits and watches as if she can’t figure out what he’s doing.
I love my dogs!
Is there ever true silence? We are bombarded by noise all day every day – noise pollution – and it affects our daily lives in profound ways. If it isn’t the traffic, it’s planes, trains, power tools, people on cell phones, radio, TV, the list is almost endless.
When I was younger, noise didn’t bother me. I could do my homework or read a book in front of the TV or with the radio on and be totally oblivious to the noise around me. Now, I am so much more easily distracted by the least little noise; dogs barking, cars going by, my neighbor’s lawnmower. I cherish early Sunday mornings when there is no traffic noise for minutes at a time and the only sounds are the birds greeting the sunrise.
I sleep with a humidifier on, which also helps block the outside noises. If I’m home during the day, I have the radio on or my iPod is playing, which helps cut down on outside noise. But it’s almost impossible to have total quiet in town. I work at an animal shelter, so there are dogs barking and yapping all day long. Our home is close to the flight path for both the airport and the Air Force base – there is nowhere in town that is immune to noise from planes.
Now that summer is over, finally, I look forward to spending more time out in the desert where the quiet can heal and calm.